I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off,
I wish I was a sacrifice that somehow still lived on,
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas Tree, I wish I was the star you put on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky…
I wish for a job for Cortney. Not because we need the money, but because he needs it for himself. He needs to be needed by adults. He needs to do that for his family.
I wish for healthy babies from Ethiopia for MacKenzie and David and from warm wombs for so many of my friends who are expecting…and for anyway possible for the mothers out there who just need a baby in her arms to make that title official.
I wish for peace for my husband’s grandpa and the rest of the family.
I wish for wonder and magic during this season for my Eddie Bear.
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me,
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me,
I wish I was the messenger and all the news was good,
I wish I was the full moon shining off of Camero’s hood.
I wish for no more pain for any of the people in my life who have chronic pain from conditions beyond their control be it physical or emotional.
I wish for an upturn in the economy so many of my loved ones can go back to work, or pay ALL their bills, or give their children the “extras”.
I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun,
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house keys on,
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on,
I wish I was the verb “to trust” and never let you down.
I wish for bright futures for all children.
I wish for a cure to Alzheimers and cancer and juvenile diabetes and Parkinsons and multiple sclerosis and SIDS
I wish I was the radio song, the one that you turned up.
I wish for my son to learn and show love.
I wish for a growing family and for the means to provide for that family.
This post was inspired by the song “Wishlist” by Pearl Jam.
What do you wish for?